in a distance

A calling in the distance.
Whispering quietly.
The trumpet muted by blank sheets of music.
The sound muffled yet apparent in spirit.
It is what’s to become of me.
Meandering for its final outcome.
Patiently awaiting its due.
I rediscover self in the process.
I reinvent.
Re-establish.
Renew a new sagacity for my transpiration.
Comprehending much.
But struggle for resolution.
More than a feeling or emotion.
Love is.
Abides in me.
I search for its presence.
Swiftly to no avail.
Eager for its finished product.
Questioning presides as I hibernate from others.
Void. Alone. And hurt.
Stories unfold and stolen moments transcribe a fairy tale.
An ending unknown but the will to exist.